Shen yuecang's body is slightly stiff. He can clearly feel that her little hands are rubbing against his thighs through the thin cloth. His dark eyes are deepened. There is a complex emotion in his eyes. Some hard reminders: "on the other side."

Zongxia thought Shen yuecang's voice seemed strange. He looked at him doubtfully, but didn't think much. Oh, he took out the room card from the other pocket and opened the door to enter.

the skirt on his body can't be worn. After taking a bath, Zong Xia can only come out with a bath towel. Shen yuecang is calling on the sofa. Turning his eyes, he sees...